Nose to stone, Wearing smooth, Casting sparks, Dirty moves?

Your nose, your eyes, your tap, your fridge, your car, your clock, a river under the bridge. None have legs, yet they all do this.

Laundry goes in me. Or I make you wait... What could I clearly be To describe such a state?

I'm about to open up, about why I play games of this kind, I actually have severe depression, and an overactive mind, The mind part is probably obvious from all these clues I make, Way too detailed and always rhyming for goodness' sake, I wanted to say thank you, for the all this fun, And believe me when I say, that this has only just begun

I'm a liquid, and sure call me basic, you twerp, A more appropriate term would be caustic, for how strong I work, I'll take all the color out of your clothes, without fail! I come from the lands toward which Frodo and the Elves set sail